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Thursday, May 29, 2014

#TNTConfidential Author Spotlight on Azalea Moone and Anais Morgan and Bite of the Recluse. #GIVEAWAY

Welcome lovelies! Today I have the pleasure of introducing two new for me authors: Azalea Moone and Anais Morgan. Their novel? A yummy male/male titled, Bite of the Recluse. Oh, and guess what? There's a GIVEAWAY!

Two years ago while Tristan and his boyfriend were
enjoying some privacy, a recluse demon attacked them and his lover paid the
ultimate price. Since that day, Tristan has dedicated himself to finding the
demon. After all, an eye for an eye. All evidence points to a recluse named
Damon.

Like all spider demons Damon knows about Tristan’s mission and is forced to
stay on the move. But fate has a wicked sense of humor and they must team up to
fight the real killer. But when she's closer than Tristan expected, his and
Damon's relationship is tested before it can begin.

Oh, and to make it all the better these two hotties are here answering some questions:

Favorite music?

Damon:
Metal music in all subgenres. Death metal, black metal, dark metal, you get the
drift. I really can’t stand hip-hop and rap much, although I go into dance
clubs and that’s all they play.

Tristan:
Hard rock. Have you ever fought while listening to Avenged Sevenfold?
Soundtrack to hunting.

Favorite movie?

Damon:
Demons watch movies? Joking. I suppose I’ve seen a couple of movies during my
time on earth. I really enjoy horror/suspense movies. They make me laugh while
the rest of the crowd are freaking out.

Tristan:
Very few know this, but I am a hopeless romantic.

Morning person?

Damon: Hell
no. I don’t really sleep since I’m a demon, but mornings are probably the worst
part of the day for me. Boring.

Tristan:
Nope. I hunt mostly at night, so when I get up in the morning it’s usually on
little sleep.

Place you’d like to travel for fun?

Damon: I
don’t know. I’ve been almost everywhere in both spider and human form.
Antarctica is fucking cold. Hated it. But I did like my visit to Japan, and I
also greatly enjoyed the Florida Keys. So, either one of those would be
awesome.

Tristan:
The mountains have a bad memory for me. I’d just like to go somewhere that I
can relax and not have to hunt demons.

Favorite food?

Damon:
Flies. I am a spider demon after all. I take that back, flies are really
bitter. Yes, I’ve eaten them before in spider form. Does that sound weird? In
human form, I’m a pizza fanatic. Skip the flies and add some anchovies. I’m all
for it.

Tristan: I
agree with Damon on the pizza. Never tried flies. But I prefer pepperoni and
tons of grease.

~~~~Excerpt~~~~

He placed his hands on his hips. “I need to see. I
need all the pieces of the puzzle.”

Kill me now, God. “I have a sore spot. It started hurting shortly after Marcus
died. I’ve always meant to go to the doctor, but looking for Marcus’ killer
became priority.”

“Okay. Well, where is it?”

Please God, kill me now. Not only did I not want to drop trou, but in front of
a demon? More importantly, in front of Damon, and those magnificent eyes,
gorgeous body, and desirable lips? How in Jesus’ name I became attracted to him
blew my mind. For that matter, when? Completely out of left field. It hit me
suddenly. We were driving, talking, at the mountain, and suddenly I felt it. A
passion I’d forsaken years ago. Yet, here I was, my cheeks reddening. Fuck it.
I sighed, stood up and began unbuckling my belt. I slid my pants down.

Damon backed up a few feet. “Umm, what are you doing?”

“The bite is on my thigh.” I lifted my boxers to just the bottom of my butt
cheek. “My upper thigh.”

Damon gazed over me skeptically before kneeling down in front of me. I felt his
warm fingertips touch my skin. To my surprise, I had to do everything in my
power to stop from shivering. The way his touch felt, his fingers dancing over
that sensitive spot… It normally hurt, but Damon was so gentle with me that it
caused a different reaction. A different, dangerous reaction.

I glanced behind me. Damon looked up, his gorgeous silvery eyes gleaming
with…lust? No, that couldn’t be it. But I thought it was. I drank in his gaze,
the power behind those eyes. I had the urge to push him on the bed and allow
our feet to entwine as we spent hours in bed together. Instead I pulled up my
pants. Much smarter move.

“What do you think?” I asked.

He stared at me, a look of confusion crossing his face before he smiled and
moved back to his seat. “Definitely recluse. I’d say my sister bit you.”

My skin burned from his touch. I wanted to, desired more than anything, to ask
him to touch me again. I peered at him from below my lashes. He was doing the
same. Fuck it. I rushed over to his chair and placed my lips upon his, claiming
his mouth. The way he slipped his tongue past the barrier made my cock harden.
I did the same, and our tongues danced with one another’s. He was warm,
inviting, and didn’t hold back. My breath became harsh as I stilled, afraid of
what I had just done.

I quickly pulled away and ran for the bathroom. Once inside I closed the door
and pressed my body against it, hoping that if Damon came knocking, he couldn’t
get in.

I knew I stunk. Plus I had a massive erection in my jeans. I turned on the
water of the shower and got it to a nice temperature. After undressing, I
stepped beneath the spray.

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